So here we are

There's a post I wrote in one of my numerous extant, all of whom are now defunct blogs titled ' Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving', and that phrase has been hanging heavy on my mind this past year. Sometimes it just pops up in my head out of nowhere, other times I'll be looking at the stats of that blog where I originally posted it and wonder why it's been getting so many hits. Funny thing is, I often don't remember where I know the phrase from. For some weird reason, I always tend to associate it with stuff like Porcupine Tree, but that's only because their song 'Arriving somewhere but not here' evokes the same feeling in me. 

The phrase, of course, is from Terry Pratchett's wonderful 'A Hat Full Of Sky' - and maybe 2026 is the year where I do a full re-read of the entire Discworld series, including even the final book, 'The Shepherd's Crown', a book I never finished because I wasn't ready to come to terms with the fact that there would never be a new Pratchett book. And now, as soon as the new year's bells were ringing in, I found myself thinking about that phrase again.

And so here we are, it's 2026, the last time I posted here was twelve and half years ago. I'm back to where I started - in a way. To cut a long story short, this is the second iteration of this blog, the other having been deleted about twenty years ago or so. If I looked back on it today, I would understand completely why I chose its deletion as a course of action; in fact, I understood it then, and rather choosing to distance myself from it, I chose to spare the world at large the ramblings of someone in his late twenties, saying what he thought were incredibly clever things, and the truth is, they weren't that at all. No, they weren't even vulgar, or offensive, or constructive, or whatever. No, they were just... dull. I soon moved on to a new blog where I wrote some of my worst writing, which in turn helped understand and learn how to write (a bit) better. I then created this version of the blog sixteen years ago, on my way out of a long and very painful breakup, and I hoped I would be updating it more regularly than I wound up doing. In truth, in all my writings and experimenting with the blog format, only two out of god knows how many, were actually successful, and by this I mean to say that they both had very specific things I had set out to do, and having accomplished them, I ceased my writings there. They'd served their purposes.

One of those blogs - created with the single purpose of providing me with a vessel where I would write daily in it - proved to be much more than I could take, almost. I had seriously underestimated the idea of writing a new post every single day, all the while adhering to a self-imposed minimum 500 words a day. Though I thought I had material enough to cover the whole year, I soon found out that I'd barely have enough for me to cover about half that length, and so I found myself writing filler after filler - though if I do say so myself, I'm pretty chuffed about some of the stuff I wrote. All this begs a question : why then, would I want to ever do it again?

You see, I don't, but I think I'll try anyway. No word limit, no agenda, just let my thoughts flow from my mind to the blank canvas that will face me every day. I think I have material to last me a while, maybe I have some stories in me that I still haven't told, maybe I can revisit some themes from previous writings and riff on them. That said, if the day comes - and I'm sure it will - where I'll find myself unable to write down a single line, instead of chastising myself for my own inability to create, I'll just turn off the computer and go to bed. And maybe that spurs me to write more the next day, maybe it doesn't, but we'll see.

That's it for now. Things are changing at a rapid pace, and the next few days will go by at breakneck speed. More here soon, indubitably, bur first : tomorrow comes.